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• Artiste: Devo Spice
• Titre: Earworm
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I get up Friday morning and I'm singing a song But realize to my surprise there's something seriously wrong 'Cause my brain does a loop when it gets to the end I hear a verse, then a chorus, then it starts right up again I sing it in the shower and then when I dry my hair I look sexy when I sing it in my worn out underwear The song's still going strong as I'm putting on my new suit At breakfast when I sang I nearly choked on a Froot Loop Finally it fades away as I prepare to leave I breathe a sigh of relief, my brain is finally at ease I get in my car, turn the key, and away we go And guess what song is playing on the radio I get to work and I see my buddy Craig But he backs away and looks at me as if I've got the plague 'Cause I'm singing out loud I'm the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen [chorus] Oompa loompa doopity doo (Make it stop!) I'm going to do something awful to you (Make it stop!) Oompa loompa doopity dee (Dear God make it stop!) Because of what this song is doing to me Oompa loompa doopity doo (It's still going!) This song will never stop bothering you (Please help...) Oompa loompa doopity dee (I can't take it...) You'll be singing this for all eternity (Noo (cry)) Don't get me wrong, yo, I love a catchy song But some tracks are real annoying when they make you sing along Malicious song writers know it's mind control Spending publishing advances while it's voodoo on your soul Maybe Katy Perry's very scary there she goes again sincerely Making everybody wary of dark magic that she carries This teenage dream is in fact a teenage nightmare Bruno Mars singin' bars in your head for like nine years Unless you hang a pentagram, sacrifice a Bieber fan Major labels doin' damage, save yourself and even then Every song you've ever loved, every ad you've ever heard Earworm's all up in your brain, doing damage it's absurd Indie bands too, these pop charts are no liars It's a vampire weekend, the arcade is on fire Demonic pentatonic I'm on it I want it out Calculated melodies, something I can do without Devo Spice and MC Lars, we so nice we underground Workin' on a clever sound, better rhymes are never found I said it before and I'll say it again The mainstream is wack, thank God he and I are friends, like (chorus) Will someone please explain why my brain tends to crash And repeat the same refrain like a record with a scratch Thankfully it's just me who gets to hear the song's persistence Otherwise ASCAP would likely sue me out of existence It's called an earworm when the song goes on and on Because it burrows into your brain like the Wrath Of Kahn Even songs that you enjoy become annoying over time I've even started to hate a few songs of mine! Lars: "Yeah, me too." Devo: "What?" Lars: "Never mind, dude." Anyway I'm still hummin' that same dumb song from yesterday I wanna cry, will someone please explain to me why I'm singing Jingle Bell Rock through the middle of July So now I'm getting desperate, this is driving me insane It's like the song is trying to burrow a hole into my brain I've got to get it out before my cerebellum warps So now my only recourse is Cannibal Corpse Kill the freakin' Oompa Loompas, DIE!...(blend to) Ahh, that's better.